because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

all innocence

a little thank-you note
to a stranger i never met
for the smell of a sweet cologne
which lingered on the skin
just above my waist,
ignored the mirror,
the doubt and the regret,
buried them deep
inside the curled ball of me and the damp
expensive sheets where i fell asleep
smiling
hours afterward.